God's Palette

Xia Xun did stay up late yesterday, which is not a big problem for her, but the time spent staying up late was used to design everything for today's photography, not just to investigate Leier.To be honest, although Xia Xun can find a lot, it is difficult to obtain such rich and detailed information in just one night.

Luckily - she's not a lone photographer.

There is also a boss who is willing to pay a monthly salary of [-] yuan, including food and housing, to keep her.

As it happens, this boss is really unparalleled in the world when it comes to investigating things and analyzing them.In this way, she spent half an hour before going to bed, and then she showed Leier's story to Xia Xun, and then she lay down in the quilt without saying anything.

But it was not her own bedroom, but Xia Xun's.

Anyway, she knew very well that Xia Xun was going to stay up all night.Although he can't help, Mian Yu can still take away her unused bed and quilt.Therefore, Xia Xun spent a somewhat noisy all night, drawing up all of today's events with the information she provided in the sleepy words of her boss.

"it is good."

Press the shutter again, and a new photo is frozen.

The world is composed of infinite fragments, which human beings still cannot understand, but only photographers can capture a moment from those infinite fragments.Among the photographers, Xia Xun is one of the best at making this moment more beautiful.

This one is no exception.

Leyle traveled to her own painful stage, and no longer had the worry of being hungry, but she had to fight against her growing stomach every day. At that time, besides smiling in front of the computer and the camera, she was Holding the toilet and weeping bitterly.

Therefore, Xia Xun replaced the food on the table with a table of Indian dishes.

Those Indian dishes that are heavily spiced and then go all out to mush no matter what the ingredients are, are the perfect slice of the world for an anorexic with a toilet.Of course, they do have their own unique taste, but photos can't convey.

In order to highlight the sadness of this scene, Xia Xun also increased the sensitivity, making everything full of fine noise, which is a common method used to express strong emotions, and it is just right.So, this shutter, in exchange for an extremely artistic photo.

"Okay." The photographer shouted this sentence.

Leil breathed a sigh of relief, and another photo ended, but the bitterness on her face continued, and she was still staring at the Indian food in front of her.Unlike the end of photography, the sadness that anorexia tortured her has continued to this day.Even though she has made a name for herself in the live broadcasting industry and no longer has to worry about food and clothing, she is still suffering from illness.

At the same time, Xia Xun was carefully looking at the photos in front of the laptop, and after confirming again and again that there was no problem, he took out a pen and marked √ on the "fifth photo" on the notebook in his pocket, which meant it was over.I wrote the page full of myself, and turned to the end, leaving the last page.

Xia Xun said while closing the notebook and spinning the ballpoint pen.

"last."

This sentence always makes her happy, especially in the hail of bullets in her previous life.

Every time this sentence is said, it means not only that the photography is coming to an end, but also with a high probability that the war will stop and life can continue to live.In addition to the photographer himself being able to return to a safe place, the soldiers involved in the war can also temporarily put down their guns.

But here, it doesn't seem to apply.

Leier suddenly frowned from the trouble, and looked at Xia Xun: "What kind of shit is Lust...Brother Xun, I don't understand bird language very well."

"...You have graduated from junior high school anyway."

"Yeah, I slept the most soundly in Niaoyu class..."

Fragments of laughter echoed from every corner of the room—and then stopped.Only then did everyone realize that the night did not isolate everything, they were all the same audience, and they were all watching here.Since there is the last one left, let's read it carefully.

What will it be like?

Previously, every photo of Xia Xun was very emotional.

Use home-cooked dishes to express the ordinary; use all kinds of delicacies and light spots to express the temptation of the outside world; use an empty dinner plate, and Rael, who is facing the mirror directly with his back to the table, to express her frustration and escape; Then, there's the noise and the Indian food, to showcase her suffering that persists to this day.

Among them, there is another dynamic that is often overlooked, and even integrates time into the photo-candlestick.The extent to which the candle is melted informs the viewer of the flow of time, and the shorter and shorter candle is more like Rael himself.

Each of these photos perfectly interprets the language of the lens, the sense of scene design, and the stories of the characters themselves.

They have had enough of their addiction, and of course they are curious about what will be on the table when it comes to the final big show.

"Men, go out." However, Xia Xun issued the order to evict the guest.

"...Huh? Can't continue watching?"

"Second boss, don't do this."

"That's right, Second Boss, we still need to help move the mirror."

The boys who delivered the goods were very dissatisfied with the behavior of the younger sister of the new boss, but they were actually very happy to see it.In addition to the models themselves and the novel shooting scene, the mirrors they are proud of can be reused in this kind of photography, which inspires their pride as employees.

I can't see the end...

But Chef Cuckoo, who was a little older and had experienced many ups and downs, suddenly realized something.

"Wait a minute, only... let the man out? The art of the human body!"

"Don't ask, don't be long-winded, hurry up."

"That should really show our gentlemanly demeanor, let's go, boys, don't disturb the shyness of beautiful women."

Chef Cuckoo deserves to be wearing a Western-style chef's uniform and a Western-style chef's hat all day long. He has indeed learned the rules and regulations of capitalism and plays himself a gentleman who follows etiquette.By the way, he also chased away the young men in the dark. As for what to talk about outside the door, that is their own business.

But the silence was restored inside the door.

"It's your turn, Rael."

"Well...thank you, it's much better without boys..."

"Hmm..." Xia Xun looked away with a guilty conscience.

The last photo, everything that is needed is simple.

Surrounded by darkness, Zhuanzhuan was called by Xia Xun, and together they carried the outline of a dining table in the darkness.Then, the black mirror was also moved to the place designated by Xia Xun.The sound of the two busying themselves was intertwined with the caress of the girl taking off her clothes, which lasted for a long time.

"Brother Xun, I... have taken off."